Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.